"They must still be looking for me now."
At the same moment, in a corner of Tania's underground world, Yuemeng, who still looked ragged, opened up a large number of falling rock fragments in front of him and climbed out of the blocked passage with difficulty. Past: "I took away so many things and dug such a big basket, but in the end I still wasn't caught... hahahaha."
"Can you please speak clearly before you laugh?"
An angry voice sounded behind him, accompanied by the panting figure of a rogue player who was also covered in scars and carrying two red short blades across his body: "Be careful, I will stab you to death!"
"It's already come to this time, do you still want to quarrel with me?" As if he didn't care about this player who might threaten his personal safety at any time, Yun Meng still walked forward on his own: "You are really It’s sad.”
"It's because we believed your lies that we ended up in this situation!" After gesticulating at the opponent's back for a long time, the thief named Blood Red Sword Master finally stopped his actions angrily: "Don't say it now. Boss, even the entire underground area has become like this. We have been crawling in these messy mazes for three days, but we can’t even find any clues about the exit..."
"Didn't you already get what you wanted?"
Still not looking back, Yunmeng said these words in a low voice, and the darkness that continued to extend to the passages around this place seemed to be responding to his words, and gradually gradually It became more profound: "Since you have obtained the ownership of the disk, you can just die in peace and contentment. Why are you still suffering here?"
"...Do you care so much about me?" The Blood-Red Sword Master lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then his breath subsided and then replied in a loud voice: "What if I just want to follow you? I just want to understand this guy like you today." What kind of medicine is sold here!"
"So I have already said that I have obtained the energy source I want." Turning his head again, Yunmeng then turned around and continued walking forward: "The center point of the big explosion will leave a perfect The energy source is a magical object that magicians and certain forces covet, especially wild magicians like me. If you want to greatly improve your strength, you can only follow this evil way."
"Are you talking about the red light before the water column collapsed?" The Blood Red Sword Master quickly asked: "How do you know what is about to happen there? No, how did you know there was energy here before? "
"I have been following those restorationists for several months."
Slightly slowing down his pace at the end of the passage, Yunmeng's voice also paused for a moment: "Before heading to the imperial capital of the empire, I had already discovered the plan they wanted to carry out. Although the completion system prompted me to The mission is also a good choice, but it will only be good for the continent, and it will not do any good for me at all."
"Instead of getting some boring mission rewards, it would be more enjoyable to do it alone." He looked back and forth to his left and right for a while, and at the same time continued to explain in a low voice: "So I went to the place where they were preparing to cause trouble. There’s a place to wait in advance, and then finally—”
He put his hands together and made an obvious snapping sound in the darkness, and the blood-red sword master looking at this action also had a look of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe what this guy said at this time: "In other words, you have always been on the side of the Restorationists?"
"It's not right to say that. After all, I'm just using them."
The footsteps made a decision at the same time as these words were thrown, and Yumeng turned around and walked out towards one of the forked roads in front of the passage: "They are responsible for laying out the lines and gathering the magic energy of the entire continent, and I am responsible for detonating it. Those nodes, while collecting the energy I want - you see, isn’t this the best of both worlds?”
His body trembled involuntarily, and the blood-red sword master's expression became dull. He looked at the nonchalant figure who was still walking towards the depths of the passage. After a while, he gave up his intention to lift the blade. Thoughts: "You...were you the one who caused the previous energy eruption?"
"How is that possible? I don't have that much ability."
Looking back at the other party as if he were looking at a fool, Yun Meng's lips slightly raised: "From Redkal Daotania, or even earlier, I just allowed myself to be plotted secretly by those restorationists. It happens, and then you just follow behind to pick up the missing pieces.”
"Of course, if things don't develop as I imagined, I will help in time." As if he remembered something interesting, he turned around and pointed in the direction the two people had walked before. : "Every time the Restorationists want to cause trouble, the system will always use various other means to lead players similar to me to this place. If there is an imbalance between the forces of both parties, then I will balance it in a timely manner. one time."
"Just like the explosion before." He raised his hands upward, as if making an explosion gesture: "How is it? Is it fair?"
"...How many times have you done this kind of thing so far?"
Instead of smiling like the other party's expression, the blood-red sword master with a serious face stared at the other party's back: "Are we also part of your plan?"
"I know you had doubts about me before." Yunmeng waved his hand back casually: "But since everyone has gotten the benefits they wanted, then you shouldn't care about this little detail, right? As for the number of times, ——”
"Anyway, I've got three energy sources now." His voice turned low and he continued to walk towards the darkness in front of him: "As long as I can get seven... it should be... OK..."
"Can what?"
The gradually inaudible words made the blood-red sword master behind him involuntarily raise his voice and ask. However, his move to rush forward was stopped by the other party's sudden raised gesture. The magician remained motionless in this posture. Then he suddenly leaned against the corner of the wall in front of him, looking at the depths of the seemingly normal passage with alert eyes: "Shh."
"somebody is coming."
He moved his hands back, and the space between his palms slowly twisted as if power was condensing. The sound of footsteps that were almost indistinguishable also appeared at the end of the passage, seemingly similar to the damaged one. The ground, which was the same as the walls and floors, finally showed signs of rubbing: "... Found it."
"He is indeed my lifelong enemy."
The hands that gathered energy returned to the front as the body stood up straight. The player named Yuemeng seemed to have given up on hiding his figure: "You can find all of this?"
"Just delaying for a while on other things."
A burly figure appeared in the corner of the passage, accompanied by a huge sword hilt that appeared behind the projection of the burly body. The swordsman carrying a big sword then stopped his progress and said with indifference. The voice whispered to the other side of the darkness: "Since I have given you time to cultivate yourself, you must have enough strength to resist me, right?"
"You old bastard."
Different from the previous relaxation and comfort with the blood-red sword master, Yue Meng's hands that gathered magical energy began to make crackling sounds just like the action of his teeth: "We have already reached this point, and you actually Still want to come out and hinder me?"
"Unless you are willing to follow me back, there is no way I will let you go."
Facing the powerful magic force coming towards him, the sword warrior in front of him still seemed to have no intention of drawing out his weapon: "Of course, if you can defeat me here, I will naturally let you go in the future."
"Humph, I am different now!"
A hint of stern laughter finally appeared in his resentful expression, and Yunmeng screamed at the top of his lungs. The magic energy condensed between his hands also emitted a radiance that the blood-red sword master behind him could not see directly, and moved towards the light in front of the passage. The figure erupted without mercy: "No matter how strong your 'Intention Sword' is, I will definitely level this mountain of yours!"
"Will!"
boom!
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"Oh, it's you."
In Tal Street on the west side of the central city of Tania, the magician named Linyuan Duanshui and the magician named Qian Zhihe slowly walked into the gate of a small temporary courtyard in front of them, and then I met Fordson, who had received the notification from his subordinates early and was sitting there waiting for their arrival: "Are they the magicians from the Imperial Investigation Team and the magicians from the Council of Mages? Are you two like this? Why did you come to meet me so late?"
"It looks a little late."
Looking up at the afterglow of the setting sun above the courtyard, Duan Qing couldn't help but sigh: "But for being able to build such a complete mansion under such circumstances, even I have to admire Fordson. The old gentleman’s ability.”
"Don't use such adjectives to call me. After all, I can't make much contribution to the current principality." He slowly shook his head. Fordson's old sideburns and eyebrows were not affected by the The words of the player in front of me changed slightly: "Being able to build a small courtyard in a place like this is just to provide a temporary resting place for my useless bones."
"I'm not that different from the average homeless guy out there."
He pointed towards the simple hut at the back, and then smiled at Duan Qing. The gray-robed magician, who understood what the other party knew, also put away his smile, and continued in a low voice: "Then - I came here this time to ask the old gentleman’s thoughts on a few issues.”
"Don't dare. Please speak."
"Do you remember Tanya's prophecy?"
Qianzhihe beside him was trying to hide his curiosity and put on a serious expression. Duan Qing bluntly stated the purpose of his visit: "It's the prophecy left by the Tadaya clan, the ancestors of the principality. Listen to it." The poem that goes up to it is incredibly beautiful.”
"Of course I know." Looking at Duan Qing with surprised eyes, Fordson, who was sitting where he was, replied in a slow voice: "I didn't expect an Imperial person to have heard of the prophecy of our ancestors."
"I didn't feel anything before, but during the meeting with someone just now, I suddenly remembered this matter."
After gesturing towards the northwest direction from where he came, Duan Qing continued in a calm voice: "A long time ago, I was already very concerned about the existence of this prophecy, so I also did a little research on the content of the prophecy. ——”
"There are very few people in the Principality who know this prophecy now." He shook his head and interrupted the other party's words. Fordson's expression then turned gloomy: "I don't think you, as a member of the Empire, can know this prophecy in advance. Where did you hear the content of the prophecy?”
"I did hear it at Redcar."
Recalling the bizarre experience he once encountered in a library in Redcar, Duan Qing emphasized this sentence without hesitation: "I can't explain the specific process. After all, it involves too many causes and conditions. Destiny, but I am here this time to confirm the content of that prophecy with you."
"New holes have opened, and the chimes of fate have emerged again."
"The four stars are about to go out, and the four emperors are about to light up."
"The end point of the pendulum points to the east, and the black wall represents death."
"The lights are lit and the wings are fluttering, bringing the blue light back to the sky."
"Fire leads darkness, and death means rebirth."
"The roar of the common people has stopped the flow of hope."
"The threads of magic are everywhere, and the presence of power is dying."
"The wheels of fate will not stop, and the bell of victory will eventually ring."
Without emotion or ups and downs, he repeated the content of this poetic prophecy in a calm voice, and then looked straight at the face of the old man in front of him: "Isn't that true?"
"That's right."
Looking back at Duan Qing with squinted eyes, Fordson's white beard and hair seemed to be floating in the wind as he gradually concentrated his attention: "As an imperial man, your memory is very good."
"I just experienced it myself, so I can relate to it."
After shaking his head, Duan Qing, who had received confirmation, then covered his chin and said slowly: "But... regarding the interpretation of this prophecy, how do you usually proceed?"
"Have you ever tried to look at these prophecies in a different direction?"
Realizing that the old man was looking at him like a heretic, the gray-robed magician scratched his face hesitantly. He quietly glanced around here, and then asked in a tentative tone.
